IntroAny People who don't spend enuff to provide for the poor. You wont be able to spend enuff to protect the rich. You think provety a poor people probelm think again how much people probelm.

Verse 1How can I be good? When it is so much cheaper to be bad.How can I survive when the chances I don't have? Me have to HustleHow can I promise me gonna change when me legal life is above my price range me have HustleThe law forbin me to carry a gun but my enimes have one me na gone run now me have to Buss it.They want me to call the police but me a dem already in some serious beef me now gone Trust it.We use to be the best of friends but politcs a cause the whole a we face for bend me can Take it.This one bag a orange turn green and the whole a we a play for the same fucking team that now gone make rude bowy not no make.

ChorusWhat me say wo a wo o o o o o (This a the Sound Of my tears) wo a wo o o o o o (Most time they fall from there peers) wo a wo o o o o o(This a sound of your pain) wo a wo o o o o o (let it rain)Verse 2How can you judge they way how me live?When you don't provide me with no good alernative me a have to JuggleThe way tings a run me can't take it no more I rather to be dead then poor me nah gone StruggleCan't afford to buy my son a slice a bun How me gone convince him to drop the gun He nah gone Listen You think him gone follow good advice from what him got over the phone from his father who's still in a prison and all who a love the ghetto the youths pon tv and come a streets and hype up dem way me have to let goAnd all who a say a solider couldn't last a day in a hour postion dem for let go yah rude bowy don't make them stress you ma have a turn over this yeah and tell them Tanya said so

ChorusOutroYo acknowledgement is the first step to all the solution. But everybody a act like they a not part a the probelm. And the minute the youth a really get out of the slam is like there mind completly out of the slam. Soon they want everybody start call them big man and boss. And the only time they go back to the hood is when the want floss sorry.Chorus